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The Girls

The Girls

I received the most gorgeous collection of birthday gifts from all my lovely people: from the Penhaligon Scent Library, to business books, (I do love a good business book!), this little book of cosy joy, a rather divine box of Rituals tea, flowers, crystals, a necklace, violet cremes (of course) and the loveliest, personalised box…

Housekeeper's Diary

Housekeeper's Diary

It is the little things. Always the little things. They still remain what matters most to me: the future always to far away to focus on, and the past so very irrelevant. So it is the little things each day delivers that matter most. This week Ste arrived home with a present for me. The…

Get Up and Gone

Get Up and Gone

I think you might have guessed that the black dog is here again. She might be wearing a fancy paisley printed bandanna and guard me with all she has got, but yes, she is here and at the end of a torrid few months I can feel myself being yanked towards malaise, no matter how…

Housekeeper's Diary

Housekeeper's Diary

When life feels hard, puttering away my troubles is the answer. And so I wander through my days in floral pajamas topped eccentrically with a pink jumper, fussing over the arrangement of my underwear in my Marie Kondo-ed drawers, arranging books on the mahogany bookcase I have my son help me carry up the stairs:…

The Wellness Journal

The Wellness Journal

Heavens to Betsy, something has got to give. I have turned into a sloth. All blah and hanging about achieving very little and indulging in a most unbecoming amount of unsloth-like anxiety. Truth be told I feel rubbish. And though rubbishness has over the years come and gone in my life, occasionally I reach a…